Chapter 1418: Chapter 1418: The Bitterness of These Years (4)
Dong Wenxiu sensed sothing was amiss. Whirling around abruptly, her complexion transford as she rose to leave.
“Huinian,” Yang Baiyue, however, grasped Dong Wenxiu’s arm in one swift motion.
“Let go.” Dong Wenxiu struggled, throwing off his grip, then continued to turn to leave. But after only a couple of steps, she caught a whiff of a fragrance and instantly felt dizzy, her feet unable to move.
“Huinian,” Yang Baiyue reached out again and seized her arm.
“Let go!” Dong Wenxiu cried out in panic, but she felt weak all over and sowhat dizzy.
“No.” Yang Baiyue stubbornly shook his head. “Keep shouting. It’s better if people co. I will tell everyone the truth… I rember now, everything, that you are my wife, and I am your husband…”
“You’re talking nonsense!” Dong Wenxiu was still cautious and lowered her voice, “You are Mo Wenjie. My husband has been long dead, dead…” She desperately tried to break free from his grip, but she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried. Moreover, she realized that, as much as the touch repulsed her, she seed to enjoy it. Even though she was very sickened by this feeling, she could tell that sothing was wrong with the fragrance from before.
“Huinian, I know you have in your heart. Huinian, I really missed you so much…” Yang Baiyue completely ignored Dong Wenxiu’s struggle and rejection. Instead, he pulled her even closer, heedless that her right arm had no strength, effectively unable to pin her against him, he ultimately could only push her vigorously against a pillar to hold her down. “Huinian, these years have been so hard for …” As he spoke, tears began to fall.
“Let go…” Dong Wenxiu’s eyes reddened with urgency, but she simply couldn’t push him away, or perhaps she didn’t want to push him away, because her body was heating up and only his touch seed to comfort her. Even feeling as idiotic as she did, she knew she must have been drugged, “What did you give ?”
“Nothing much, just a drug that allows you to release your true nature,” Yang Baiyue’s eyes flickered with a hint of smugness. “You’ve remained widowed all these years just because you have in your heart, right? So I ca back…” Saying this, he leaned in to kiss Dong Wenxiu.
Dong Wenxiu felt limp all over, unable to shout despite trying, and although she wished to push him away, the heat throughout her body seed to only ease with his touch. At that mont, her heart was filled with despair; she had underestimated this man’s shalessness; she…
Yang Baiyue curved his lips slightly and then glanced around before walking off to the side, holding Dong Wenxiu with him. This pavilion wasn’t the place for passerby to discover them now.
At this ti, Yang Ruxin was listening to Du Juan’s report. These days she and Du Man had done quite a few things, rallying all the vagrant beggars throughout Hangzhou City; of course, there were many twists and turns, which need not be elaborated on, the gist was that their objective had been accomplished. The vagrant beggar children ran all over the place, collecting information with remarkable speed.
What Du Juan was recounting at the mont was the matter of the Zhao Family.
In Hangzhou City, there were two major tea rchants, the Leng Family and the Zhao Family, both seemingly matched in strength, each occupying a third of the tea mountains and plantations surrounding the city.
The Leng Family owned a tea garden that produced Dragon Well tea of exceptionally fine quality. On the strength of this alone, the Leng Family had been selected as the Imperial rchant for three consecutive years.
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